The book was within arms reach, I grabbed it and fastened it on my lap. I picked up the pen that lay wasted on the corner of the desk and I started it again like every other day. https://www.instagram.com/dejectedduplicate "Dear Diary" I wrote in blue pen, stretching the words across the page. I wrote if it was okay to have self-doubt, And it told me absolutely. I told if it was normal to be worried about life, It ruffled my hair and said yes. I sought its opinion on whether I was a burden to others, It handed me a cup of tea and reassured me that I wasn't. I inquired if it was common to find it difficult to connect with others, It wrapped me in its arms and comforted me by saying that it was fine. I questioned if it thought if I was ever good enough, It lowered the thermostat and propped a blanket over me. It didn't say a single word, because I already knew the answer.

This piece is inspired by a book I am writing, about people whose hearts have been broken to an irreparable extent. It talks about those whose lives have been a mess ever since they were born, and how they find comfort in chaos. Thunder and storms, a place I call home. The sound of raindrops, gives peace to my soul. Dark clouds and wind cleanse my thoughts, like a tornado, mighty and strong, it wipes away the emotions I hold. Lonely is this road. The road of the broken. It’s hidden in the shadows, far from the ordinary eye. Forgotten in the dark, they fight their lonely fight.

In this poem I explore how sometimes we can't find the words to give reasons to people but in our head we have all the answers. https://Instagram.ajiya_khawaja/ I guess some why's don't have a because But in your head you always know What are the words to explain it though When someone has the question marks; You don't have the answers too When the letters are all too lost But in your head it's all so solved So what do you tell someone About the things only your mind knows

Dusk was fast approaching as I made my way up the staircase and onto the landing, all the ruckus of the rush hour; the obnoxious horns, loud sirens and the grinding of the engines seemed to fade into the distance as my eyes landed on the wide open expanse of the sky before me. The evening sky was painted a breathtaking shade of pastel pink and sherbet orange with a few lustrous splotches of gold accentuated by the fading rays of sunshine. As the clouds drifted across the sky, obscuring the now setting deep golden sun from view, one could easily feel so insignificant. I stared into the horizon as the whole world seemed to dim down as the sunset took center stage in the sky, enchanting all those that risked a peek at its beauty. Hundreds of thousands of people go about their lives each day so engrossed in themselves and their search for happiness and contentment that they often remain oblivious to what is right in front of them. In the pursuit of worldly materialistic things, one often forgets that life is truly about appreciating the small, mundane moments. Something like a sunset may seem so inconsequential or trivial in the grand scheme of things but the sheer joy I feel in this moment admiring the sky and its grandeur in solitude is a feeling that I'm at a loss of words for. I think to myself what a shame it is that the color blue; the color of sorrow, regret and sadness is so innately tied to the sky. The sky signifies a new dawn that brings hope and opportunity and even when the light fades and darkness befalls, the twinkling stars and the luminescent moon shine in all their glory, their light showing the way forward. Snapping out of my reverie, my eyes fixate on the burst of kaleidoscopic colors that the sunset has left in its wake. Standing there taking it all in, I am once again reminded of all the emotions and feelings that us humans unknowingly associate with nature, and how deeply and beautifully they shape us as an individual. The sky can mean many things to a person, but I for one know that there is truly nothing blue about the skies.

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a piece of my heart will always crave for your love a part of my soul will always hold your presence a portion of my brain will always replay your sweet memories just so my physical state know that you're just a far not apart from me

https://colourofenglish.com/ It was the time when I was on a trip to Ranthambore National Park along with my batch-mates. Ranthambore National Park in Rajasthan is a vast natural habitat for tigers. When we entered the forest, the sun was preparing to set towards the west. A gentle breeze was blowing. There was a pleasant atmosphere all over the park. We were excited to experience something that we had never seen before. There were four open canters and all were on different tracks. On our way, we saw beautiful birds chirping and swinging on the clump of trees; a herd of deer roaming; rabbits running as if it was their playtime; and the presence of a wide variety of flora and fauna. Everything around us was so mesmerizing. As we moved into the depths of the forest, anxiety arose within us. Our eyes were eagerly waiting to see the big cat. We were constantly searching around for about two hours, yet there was no sign of it. Our excitement was gradually giving way to disappointment. With each passing moment, we were losing hope of finding any. It was time to shut the gates of the park. So, we were moving toward the exit. Everyone believed that our trip to the national park would be in vain. Suddenly, the driver received a phone call that someone had seen the tiger marching towards the river. This information was forwarded to all the drivers. We quickly rushed to that place. As soon as we arrived, the guide made us notice that suddenly the birds stopped chirping, monkeys started signalling each other, and all the rabbits ran away from there. He also warned us not to utter a single word. There was an awkward silence with a pinch of scariness. There was already a queue of canters in which we were in the last position. All were becoming impatient to see the tiger. After a long time, we saw what we were waiting for! A mighty, majestic, royal tiger appeared from the dark side of the jungle. He moved slowly and calmly, not bothered by the hundred eyes watching him. He padded silently towards the middle of the road and sat in a regal gesture. Our eyes were fixed upon him. It was the first time that I had seen a wild animal so close to me, except for at the zoo. We began taking photographs impatiently. The darkness began to cover the sky and the frequency of flashes slowed down. The other canters began moving one by one, and at last it was our turn to see the tiger just a few steps away. The forest track was in rocky and hilly areas. All of a sudden, a jerk shook everyone. My friend, who was sitting at the corner of the canter, lost her balance and slipped down from it. She fell just a few feet away from the royal majesty. Our hearts skipped a beat. We were all astonished. We had only one question in our mind: what would happen next? What if the tiger attacks her? The tiger looked at her fiercely. No one could ever imagine the feeling my friend had undergone. Fear made her motionless. We all lost our excitement and our focus was shifted to this tragedy. The guide acknowledged us not to panic, otherwise circumstances could be more fatal. The situation was so tense that all were sweating, even in that cold, windy dusk. Now, what we saw was even more frightening! Another gigantic tiger was stepping down the hill. He was steadily marching towards us. As he reached the corner of the road, he roared in a heavy, loud voice. This tiger snatched the attention of the previous one with his voice. The guide, with the knowledge of his experience, took advantage of this moment. He quickly jumped out of the canter and cautiously brought our friend back inside it. She was fortunate enough to be saved from this catastrophe. We expressed our gratitude to our guide for his bravery and presence of mind. It was the time of twilight. There was no one left in the park except us. When we were just about to move, one of our mobile’s flashlights got switched on. Tigers are always attracted to flashlights; they make them angry. He exploded loudly and made a jump towards us. We all shrieked out of fear. He chased us for a few steps, ceaselessly. My batch-mates started crying out of fear. The darkness made the scenario more horrifying. After a while, he stopped chasing us. However, we managed to escape from that place safely. Although the gates were closed, the watchman yelled at us to be so late. Later on, we explained the incident to him, which was nobody’s fault; we were all only bound by circumstances. This experience was a really adventurous and terrifying one. I still get goosebumps when recalling this incident. But I believe we were so lucky to experience two tigers in front of us, and I will never ever forget this incredible event in my life.

A song. Showed you all of my cards! Never showed anyone that I can gamble too You took the cards and told the world about the joker! My ace was there but nothing can stop the world from knowing! King stepped in but got killed! My cards are gone but my chess pieces are still there! You played damn hard but couldn't pass the line of defence I made! One step forward and one backward with one step forward and two step left..I placed my pawn near your queen! You can't block my knight my rook will guard your king and my bishop will move faster than your knight! Wanna have a new ace but my Jack took the matter in it's hand! One by one killed your royals got killed, castling over the battlefield! Black jack is mine now even if the world have joker, I have the blackjack in my palms!

I have known you for some years Beyond that I know not I see the stars guiding my way Beyond that I know not It seems to me they lead to you But how come you don’t feel me too As far as I know This is our tragic story Beyond that I know not I have looked for you in places I have looked at you in faces Beyond that I know not You are either real Or my imagination Or maybe the inevitable end of me Beyond that I know not I want to consume you And love you and end you With my fire and my soul Beyond that I know not The fire in me And the soul of me Are maybe at war or in love For they are the ones Erasing my trace Killing my dreams And corrupting my pace Beyond that I know not Forgive me for I donot know any better Than to love you In ways that are distorted And less taken The path of sanity I have indeed forsaken But forgive me for Beyond that, I know not

Love is a pure bliss You can feel it by your mother's kiss All small children clap, when they are in their Father's lap We can feel the warmth of love, like one feels in winter wearing gloves Love is its own fantasy, far beyond any worldly misery Love is just love, just like the bird of peace

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dr-tulika-s-79835a153 Today's ceaseless waves on the ferry pier's shores are sending out a signal that twilight is approaching; The grey clouds' unstable form appears to be reaching out to embrace the Burflower tree. The ferry boat beneath the azure sky offers the promise of two minds; The final wave of the day has begun to break today at the beginning of the raging river. The opaque droplets of the waves reflect the light of the jasmine flower's fragrant radiance Wet feet on dry grass leaves become addicted to the feel of the designed knotted soil. In turn, the manifestation of the most recent death can be seen today in the call of stars. This is the result of the sunset at this moment, in search of the presence of the pole star. The suffering that was imprisoned in the mind's hidden box was bid farewell by the setting sun Day and night have an agreement that the light of joy shall shine through the night's silence! All traces of the exhausting day are gone as the fascination of the rainbow slowly melts in the dusk shower; The aroma of the sun is on the wings of every bird as they return one by one to their home; After wiping out the moon's enchantment, all of the sailors return to their homes. For the last time, cuckoo's song floats around. With the images of the sunset pasted to their eyes, all the travellers make their way back home in the light of the firefly.

Is the lion really the greatest predator? Maybe it is time for some self reflection...